Love (un)Expressed
Love in the Valentine month
When the new year started, I had resolved to write one blog a week. I have been writing ahead of the week, to ensure I don’t miss the schedule, and I don’t do last minute writing.
I had a different blog for this week - one on Love. Not Love for a person, but Love for our work. I thought in the month of Love, we should talk about Startups and Love and how the two can intertwine to create magic. There is enough wisdom today in the world that tells us that when there is love at work, magic is bound to happen.
But as Life shows up everyday, last week was a curveball. I lost my mom and the entire closure happened in less than 36 hours. Suddenly I was faced with all that I had read in books - journey moving forward, impermanence of life and how we must live our life like everyday was the last day! You know of it, but experiencing it cannot be learnt.
My key takeaway is that it is impossible to really live like we might never meet the people we love again. Everyday is not perfect. Life is a paradox. Today I have so many things I would love to talk to my mom over a cup of coffee. There are many unexpressed emotions, and many incomplete conversations, and tasks yet to be done together. However life is about small joys, love expressed and unexpressed, and about some regrets. We can just become more present to people around us, and ensure we set our priorities right in a way that the regrets are smaller, and joys are bigger. There can never be all joy and zero regret.
Another takeaway is, that, it is in your deepest tragedy you know your closest friends and your inner circle. You just know it from the calls, the messages and the effort friends make to reach out. It depends on how much you want to acknowledge it to yourself and be aware. For me, the last week has been this knowing and the awareness of how the world continues to spin, and the sun rises to another beautiful day, as life goes by.
Keeping this short, as sometimes silence and reflection can be way deeper than all the words we can express. Sounds preachy but use the weekend to make the call you have been thinking of, or the text waiting to be sent. For me, I have created my own private space to guide me through this, coping and doing as well as I think I can.
